#genuinely whatever floats ur boat..

[a-mongooose]

Something something favorite character something something scrimblo<3 Idk i wanted to draw lard nar holding a comically large gun. i think he likes comically large guns. was just supposed to be a sketch but it did not stay that way . :]

[honeytonedhottie]

Hi Honey,

[Long post incoming, skip to P.S, if you don't have time to read through]

I am trying to get myself more organised. I am used to living in messy bedrooms and cluttered closets (to be honest, I feel more productive that way, is it problematic, I don't know) but anyways I went through your Notion template and it resonated with me, only problem I am more of a book or binder girl and I did buy a new ruled notebook for this new year, one month went by and I didn't use it at all, Can you guide me through making a planner I have searched online and they have things like monthly, yearly and weekly planners and people plan their meals and all, I want it to be effective and your Notion templates makes sense to me and I have a feeling you would understand my way of working and I would love your help.

P.S: In short can you make a guide on making an effective planner.

Not trying to butter you or anything, just wanted to say genuinely grateful your blog exists, It has helped me a lot.

hi here-for-the-extravaganza 🫶🏽 so i hope this helps you out

MAKING AN EFFECTIVE PLANNER

buying the right planner ; for physical planners i prefer to buy planners that include lots of space for additional writing instead of just the date. yk those ones? make sure to get a binder/planner that u think is cute and has space for a to-do list, monthly overview kinda calendar etc.

if ur working from scratch with a binder you can buy a cute binder or decorate it with stickers and things of the sort. for the paper i recommend graph paper bcuz its neater in my opinion but whatever floats ur boat.

on that paper make space for the following ;

monthly calendar (with a little column for monthly goals)

weekly agenda (you can create a new agenda every week if u have the time/energy to do so) but if u dont then you can try...

writing the days of the week and beneath them were gonna try and replicate the concept of a toggle list. its basically like writing "monday" and there are little sub-tasks written below, like what u have to do on that day.

so how i'd do it, is i'd write the day of the week as a header/title. then beneath it i'd use little sticky notes (bonus points if u color coordinate) and then i'd write my tasks on the sticky notes. that way, when a new week comes i dont have to create a whole new agenda, i can simply remove the sticky notes but still keep the structured agenda if that makes sense.

reflection space (to reflect on the productivity of ur month/week/day and what u can improve on and what u can keep doing)

my thing is, if u wanna do a physical planner, whether its an already made planner or a binder, just make sure that u have SPACE for things like that.

i hope you found this helpful 🙈

[aleisters]

Hey no offense!! But there is an issue with hcing a racial oppressor who is canonically such, as a part of a marginalized group he would oppress irl. Cullen is a creep to the fem mages in dao, going as far as imagining the individual who he was made to watch over (reminds me of that nazi/jewish person in concentration camp fanfic) as the whole desire demon tricking him *again* Cullen is uh... well he is apart of a group that can be considered by some as comparative to nazi-ism, white superiority... the police.... etc Hcing him as such is a bit... obtuse when he is in fact someone who is a horrible person towards these racial groups and never apologizes with both his writing and character blaming it on addiction.

as a poc myself, I understand taking characters and hcing them as ur race is really important! But in this case it seems exceptionally... well it sounds chronically online, but it's a bit shitty

theres a difference between a noncanon trans character who isnt transphobic being hced as trans, and a character being hced as a race he would be prejudiced against (even the characters coded in game as such he's racist against. but thats also racist writing)

i do see you’re well meaning and normal in sending this ask so i hope you take my reply in kind but i’m no good at this, i try to respond formally and courteously and i understand it kinda makes me sound like a cunt tbh … anyway i want to preface the point of my post which was about literacy around media terminology and not about the ethics or lack thereof around headcanons

so… yeah! you’re right. nothing you’ve said is wrong per se, cullen sucks. and you are completely right that it’s not a great thing to do, that it’s weird and just, whatever, in principle i agree with you and have never thought otherwise

but there’s two important caveats to this

first is that, whatever anyone thinks about that - including you and me - cullen was and remains a very beloved video game guy. i don’t get it, but whatever floats your boat, there’s a tonne of characters i love that are outright intentionally written as evil, which cullen is not. the narrative of dragon age is not intended for you to hate cullen, although your individual character or you may well do. i assume this person probably loved cullen. that doesn’t make it inherently okay, though, so bear with me

i _personally_ don’t believe it’s up to me, to comment on the ethics of an individual person making up headcanons about an individual character that reflects their marginalisation. if a muslim person (and i can’t comment the Facts because i haven’t seen the source info, but apparently the person in question was muslim) wants to headcanon their favourite blorbo as muslim, i’m simply not going to tell them not to do it.

this goes for anyone’s headcanon of a similar nature, which is not in fact about if the character is bad or good or predetermined by ethics. i just don’t believe in telling people that they can’t picture a character a certain way, most especially when that way aligns with their own life. to follow along with your example, if a trans person wanted to headcanon a transphobic (or otherwise real-life type of horrible) character as trans, it’s just not really in my purview to stop them. i’m also trans! and it’s unpleasant or even outright feels bad, but it doesn’t do any lasting harm, because it’s one persons headcanon, it doesn’t form part of the text, and for my own joy i could also block that person.

it’s genuinely fine to disagree with this, but this is the way i choose to operate online, which is that some idiot with a bad headcanon in some corner of the internet is pretty easy to ignore. again, not disputing the headcanon is bad. i’m just not going to argue with the person who had it.

(happy to clarify any meaning in this post cus i wrote it on mobile)

[digitalis-online]

You know what I like? Those moments of conciousness you have in your life, you feel like you've stepped into your own body properly and you realise "shit, I'm alive, and this is my life".

I feel content. Like a little boat floating along a peaceful river. Idk what the future holds bro and idk what comes after this but I'm here and im grateful for that.

I'm so tired and sleep deprived rn 😭 I'll probably read this back later and wonder why tf I'm yapping to a wall about this shit but it's my internet diary n I get to yap my flaps about whatever I please.

I got high last night and wrote the most insane birthday card I've ever written. Genuinely think I will struggle to top it. I hope one day each action I take towards others is loaded up with love, compassion and care as much as that card was.

Trying to do more, I'm always so sleepy but it's been cool trying to do stuff I usually don't do. I hope one day I'm just posting random shit on here to a small group of ppl who appreciate it. A person I met on discord sent me a package of handmade pottery and crochet animals and I was like.... fuck bro... you are amazing... they bleached bones and built sheds. They don't talk much but when they did I always loved seeing what they've been up to cos it was cool. I like doing that on here too.

I wanna learn so much. Old ppl of tumblr hmu and slap me with some life advice... how old do u think the oldest person on tumblr is.....

If anyone reads this far I hope you are well and if you aren't I hope that wellness comes for you. N that ur enemies liquefy 😍🥰

Ummm yaa... that's about it!

[sarpedon]

genuinely couldnt conceive of people taking them uncoerced but like whatever floats ur boat ig.

when i was like 17 i didn’t have an entrepreneurial spirit at all, so every day i would pretend to take my adhd meds and just throw them in the garbage. smh i could have been making money off that shit 😔

[3416]

skskskksks the asks u get are so funny. anyways i just wanted to put my two cents in which is that i get the vibes that alex and tk had a very….interesting…..and different relationship than the type tk and carlos have/had. like for some reason i have a feeling that alex and tk had a very unstable on and off thing that lasted for a long time and were on completely different pages at the end of the day. i just find it so interesting that tk thought they were in a place where they were ready to get married and alex was like “actually babe i’m in love with my yoga instructor! and ik you’re struggling with your sobriety but i don’t really care! bye!” like ?????? 😭😭😭 the fact alex cheated, dumped him, and still to this day doesn’t care enough to check up on him or call him is very….telling of the relationship they had. anyways i also think tk has a huuuge heart and loves things and people so completely and fully which is probably what kept him with alex for so long but i do think carlos is 100% a healthier and superior relationship in his life. not to gush (but let me gush) about carlos but he’s literally such a sweetheart and the absolute love of my life (and tk’s too LMAOOO) like i get people thinking carlos was a rebound at the start but carlos was immediately into him and trying to date him but was also able to respect the fact that tk wasn’t ready and there hasn’t been a moment where he wasn’t supportive of tk or his sobriety or literally any issue going on in his life. it is literally so funny seeing people think that carlos isn’t a significant relationship in his life while tk was out here saying he was “dying to meet his parents” and moving in with him 💀💀 like if people don’t ship tarlos, they can just say that but the whole “carlos is a rebound and alex is his soulmate and the love of his life” narrative is absolutely ridiculous i’m sorry

i will admit i haven't actually seen much legitimate discourse about this topic– i just got that ask earlier today LKJFSDKL. feel like i'm commenting on a nonexistent take here, but i blocked a handful of people who talked shit when i first got into lone star and it's kept me away from the truly inane stuff, i think, so... maybe that's going on... lmk.

i totally agree with you. i don't want to waste time in the show itself on alex, but i would LOVE to know what the writer's envisioned their relationship to be pre-pilot. it would really tell us a lot more about tk. tk seems very attached, and owen seems to see right through it, and i think it's very indicative of the type of person tk is to just... not give up on something despite the disinterest. maybe he was just mentally in a bad spot for parts of that relationship and needed to believe it was something special, but the fact that he (with all his baggage related to his parents and their marriage even pre-proposal himself) was willing to put himself out there and get married,,,,,,,,, i mean yeah. i have a hard time believing there wasn't some history to that relationship even if it wasn't stable the whole time. on the other hand, i also thought about the fact that maybe tk gets very attached very fast to people? and maybe it was a shorter relationship? and he kind of tries to unlearn that with carlos, which is part of why it freaks him out so bad to jump right in if he knows that's his usual problem.

there are so many possibilities here tbh. and i'm sure carlos himself has a history we can theorize to death about too if we wanted, but i do think their relationship is really a healthy one and i like seeing how it's playing out. even with this breakup, they have a potential to expand on insecurities or communication issues and make it better iif the writers are smart. they went through a lot together last season, so my brain tried to supply them with happiness, but it's not shocking to see the reality now? i think it's fine to not care about tarlos but like... to try to deny that they aren't endgame for each other in the show (loves of each others lives, yes, hello talk to tim) or invent reasons why they just don't work...... l o l. have fun with the delusion?

[toriliashine]

Imagine kiibo seeing kokichi in some more 'casual' outfit

And god, if you do supervise kokichi whilst he dresses up he loOKS GOOD HIGHKEY (shuichi made sure he doesn't dress too much like a clown)

i dont think of shuichi being the person to 'make sure' of him but whatever floats ur boat anon

i do feel like kokichi can present himself prettily if he actually wants to. Which is honestly a sight to see and rarely occurs so he can keep that shock value. Bc let's not forget, having neat uniforms was an option (as seen in dice) so this mf CHOSE to be trash core pfftt maybe im just saying that bc i made up a fashion au for a fic and i'm biased XD.

Kiibo seeing him dress and genuinely present himself nicer would also be hilarious and so so cute. Kiibo turning to greet and seeing Ouma looking good and he just turns to a glitchy, stuttering confused mess and Ouma's just.

[nandoor]

some nadja meta bc i’ve been meaning to write this out for awhile now: 

if we take laszlo’s description of his turning at face value, i think it’s obvious that nadja has a type when it comes to humans that she turns. mainly, i see it as her trying to take agency over what she could not as a human. we know that nadja grew up in a large family w/ multiple siblings & that her mother was killed by a bear, assumedly when nadja was quite young. she also grew up poor on an island that was hard-hit by misfortune (most likely due to nandor invading nadja’s village 200 yrs beforehand), making it a miserable place to live. in the wwdits shorts on the fx network yt channel, we learn that nadja was turned by a vampire pretending to be a snake--it can be assumed that she wasn’t aware of vampires up to this point. 

this is all to say that nadja’s human life was miserable. but when she became a vampire, she gained power and agency over her life that she did not have as a poor girl from a ransacked village. so who does nadja gravitate towards? humans who are down on their luck. she turns laszlo because she sees something beyond the misery and despair, beyond the sadness that laszlo admits permeated his life before nadja (laszlo: “when i was a human man, i had rosy cheeks, yet between those cheeks, there was never a smile.” / “she [nadja] opened a window to my soul & let the darkness in.”). my personal headcanon is that laszlo, having just been infected w/ the plague, was rather depressed abt his lot in life. he may also have been born to a wealthy family (as the window to his room was on the 3rd floor, he makes mentions to having had a university education, & also seems to be classically trained in a wide number of instruments), but was likely misunderstood and/or treated like the black sheep of the family. as a vampire, laszlo does what he pleases, never hides his personality, & is just, overall, a very jovial person with a touch of dark humor (as expected, bc, y’know, he is a vampire). 

similarly, jenna was being bullied by those that she considered her friends & nadja gave her the gift of vampirism to give her agency in her life. as a vampire, jenna has learned to stand up for herself & now has a power that separates her from other vampires in its rarity. in other words, jenna is standing out for the first time in her life & is finally being noticed by others. after spending so long blending in, being forgotten, being a soft, quiet person, jenna is finally getting the chance to be who she wants to be without worrying abt what other people may think. 

furthermore, i love that it seems like nadja has an innate urge to make a family/coven for herself. i’m a sucker for the found family trope which is tbh one of the reasons why i love wwdits--the staten island crew really should all hate each other, & sometimes they genuinely do, but they’re also a lowkey ride-or-die group. even if they may grumble abt it, when push comes to shove, they all do show up for each other in different ways. & of all the vampires in the show, nadja seems closest to her progeny. laszlo being her husband, of course, & then her relationship w/ jenna, which reminded me personally of an older sister mentoring a younger sibling (but i do realize some ppl ship them together, so whatever dynamic floats ur boat!). i love that nadja so readily shows her love for others & that she isn’t afraid to take responsibility over her progeny (unlike, say, nandor, who turned benjy into a vampire & then dumped him at a gas station). 

[tequiladimples]

I hope this doesn't come off as rude, but I saw that you dislike when collision is branded het cause you're not het, but no one's talking about you personally? like for me, I really like collision but I can understand the criticism in a way and that isn't an attack on you (or an attack at all lol). again hope I'm not rude but idk it seems unnecessary to get upset, it's better to take it as constructive criticism

sigh i don't think ur rude but it simply isn't constructive.

look i’ll talk abt this one more time n then i Beg we can put it to rest! (this is gna be a lot of word vomit but if i'm elaborative now i hope i won't have to talk abt this ever again)

i’m deeply insecure abt many aspects of collision. i don’t really keep that a secret. i also know some ppl don't like fantasy, some ppl don't like the kinds of dynamics i like, some ppl don't vibe with my style of writing (hell, i barely vibe with my style of writing). those things are fine. i can't control that and i don't take that personally. the reason why this is the one critique i do take personally is because it genuinely presumes wrongful, harmful things about me and my values, especially when i've made deliberate efforts to avoid writing the exact flavor of fic they're accusing me of having written. just because people don’t mean for what they say to reflect back on me, doesn’t stop it from doing so.

the thing about calling something a “het fic” is that the term brings along certain connotations which i don’t stand by at all and feel deeply uncomfortable and distraught to possibly have created. i’ve gone over this godforsaken story again and again just to be absolutely sure i didn’t actually do so. when people say “het fic” they generally don’t mean “boy meets girl and they fall in love”, they mean “super rude and mean boy meets uptight virtuous girl and makes her fall in dependence with him through manipulation and treating her like shit until she behaves how he wants.” and that is straight up not the fic i wrote. i’m not stupid. i know the dynamic i went with is widely and easily misused and there’s a lot of fiction depicting really bad, uneven, unhealthy relationships through it. i knew this going in, and i’ve tried persistently to avoid making those same mistakes. 

skipping over the fact that they’re both boys (bc duh)--harry doesn't exhibit any real manipulative power over louis. collision harry is a grumpy, fruity little nerd who happened upon a really unfortunate lot in life and managed to trick himself into believing he's evil for like half a second of the story and his resolves crumble like a danish pastry the moment he receives his first hug. he's kind of aloof and arrogant, and understandably hardened from his past, but he's not bad. he's just lost. that's the basis of his character arc. now on the other hand, louis has harry wrapped around his finger starting like chapter 4. harry’s the one who opens up emotionally first, harry’s the one desperately seeking louis’ approval and caring about his opinion, harry’s the one who makes himself vulnerable continuously throughout the entire story. the only time louis makes himself vulnerable on a comparable scale is during the smut scenes, and even then, harry is gentle and attentive and puts louis first. louis is less experienced than harry in that area, but he isn't scared or intimidated by harry, and he has full reigns of the progression and nature of their relationship as a whole. that’s kind of how it needs to go with tough x soft dynamics for the power balance to not feel uneven, and i wrote the story accordingly. if you then happen to still be so blindly determined to associate soft/small with weakness (and thereby uh, womanhood ig) that you still felt like louis had an inferior position to harry solely because he is indeed soft/small, that sounds quite frankly like a you problem.

now, the whole point of louis’ character is that he’s underestimated. sure, he’s naive and self-centered and sheltered from the real world--that’s the basis of his character arc. those things all change. but louis isn’t ever weak. like idk who apparently needs to hear this but you can be small and simultaneously not be a pushover. the two aren’t mutually exclusive. there isn’t a single time louis takes shit in this story, especially not from harry; he gives back as good as he gets every time. oh! and then he literally saves the entire universe and the execution of that whole thing was his idea alone. i tried really hard to underline how strong-willed and full of grit he is to contrast what others think of him. if you think he’s portrayed as a meek and frail damsel, you missed the point. once again, i feel like we circle back to this misconception of louis being kind of naive and physically small = louis being inferior = louis being female. just do some soul searching.

(i could also get into the fact that for a bunch of people who don’t know these boys personally (no matter how much we like to think we do), this fandom is weirdly opinionated about characterization. especially regarding sexual stuff. i know creating a version for ourselves of who we think these boys are based on things we recognize in ourselves or things we find endearing is part of the comfort with loving them. but that doesn’t really equate to actually knowing them, and besides, this is fan fiction; no one’s opting to write a biography, anyway. being experimental and explorative and putting different aspects of their personalities in different lightings is what makes fic fun. if someone’s writing harmful or one-dimensional characters, that’s one thing, and preferences is again whatever floats your boat. but the “out of character” argument feels mostly really strange to me. this is a bit of a tangent, though.)

lastly, the thing is that i will and i do take it personally if someone insinuates that a character--a gay character--that i, a lesbian, construed is a secret vessel for expressing heterosexual attraction. if someone calls louis a “self-insert”, that does reflect back on me. and to elaborate on that--i don’t particularly love to bring it up, but it's quite disheartening to pour personal PTSD experiences into a character and rly put effort into doing it right and justice and underline growth and healing, just to find out people disregard all that completely in favor of declaring that my self-projection lies in the attraction to a man--which is to say, the one thing i couldn’t possibly feel more estranged from. it's so incredibly tactless. i feel thoroughly whiny at this point but how is that not supposed to make me a little sad?

anyway. none of this is to say that you can’t dislike or critique collision. you can. sometimes ppl don’t like things. but i hope i’m clear about where i’m coming from with my discomfort now. people’s preferences and dislikes are indeed not mine to be hurt by, but these things are. this definitely got unnecessarily long and i probably look like i take myself unbearably seriously (i promise i don’t), so i’m sorry. but at least i've said everything now, and if i encounter this sort of rhetoric in the future, i have something to redirect people to. also anon, none of this is directly pointed at you, i know you mean well. take care <3

[whaleofatjme1920]

hii, my sweet!! Im not sure if you’ve answered or have been asked this before,,, but i was wondering how you would start a tumblr blog up ? I hope it’s not too much to ask ^-^

I just wanted to know the basics, like setting up what it is ur doing, requests, masterlists, getting noticed and all that jazz

ty ty, youre a sweetheart <33

Hi love bug, this is a good question! Apologies for formatting, I’m on my phone again. I answered something similar here. However, I do have some more tips!

I started my blog up because I got paranoid that Quotev was going to murk all my stuff. That’s literally it. Oh! And I wanted better engagement with y’all! I’ve also noticed the audience here is older and generally what I’m looking for because ngl I don’t like talking to fetuses in the context of what I sometimes post here.

Setting up is pretty easy! I suggest starting with some rules. Always lay down your boundaries because your boundaries are SO IMPORTANT. You have the right to deny things! You may be a creator, but you don’t have to create what you don’t want. Furthermore, don’t be afraid to bail? Like if something is too much, or your ask box is just way too full, don’t be afraid to say “not accepting anymore until further notice.” It’s okay. You are a human being. Breathe once and a while. Make sure you know your limits when it comes to writing as well! Do what you’re comfortable with at first, and branch out from there. Don’t force yourself to go wildly out of your comfort zone or it might show in your writing. Just do what you feel comfortable with in regards to some wiggle room.

For me personally, I don’t have a schedule? I just upload when I want to? Usually, I’m pretty on the ball with things but ngl I’m a little behind due to post op. So! If you write some things, you can definitely schedule them so if you want to work on other stuff, you can! Scheduling is super helpful especially when you’re not around. You can also set time aside in your day for when you want to answer things. Like for me personally, I just won’t work on any tumblr writing before noon. I’ll schedule things to get posted here, but I won’t write because it’s a boundary I have with myself. Set some time aside to not even think about your blog. Literally. It’s just a healthy mindset thing.

Getting noticed? I feel it’s both a mixture of how consistent you upload, how well you engage with others, and using hashtags. So, slap hashtags on your stuff. Look for trends in your data. Is X getting more attention than Y? Write for them for a little bit. Follow that data. What posts of yours tend to get most attention/notes? Maybe stick to that content for a moment or so. Write things that mean something to you and it will show in your work! People are more likely to appreciate it. But genuinely, trends in the data. Some characters are way more popular than others, so it’s almost bound that some of them are going to get more attention. It’s a little disheartening ngl, but don’t let it bother you. It’s just whatever floats people’s boats!

Master lists are pretty easy. You can sort them by character and break them up by SFW and NSFW if you’d like. I didn’t. I just put their names, and whether the fic/headcanon was sfw/nsfw and also noted whether it was a HC or not. I felt that was good enough. I’ve seen some really good master lists that get all aesthetic and stuff. Those are really nice! Really just make sure it’s readable and easy to navigate and that the links work. That’s it. Master lists are easy, just a tad tedious if you’ve got mountains of content and started late. So, start it early! And update it OFTEN.

Don’t be afraid to engage with your audience either. Update them what’s going on in your life within reason, generally insert yourself into the community you’re trying to set into. It’s just nicer that way, and you make some new friends! Always like new friends. Also, you can write for different fandoms if you want to. Whether you want to split that up onto different blogs or not is up to you. I’ve seen some writers just make separate master lists for each fandom they’re in, post all in the same blog. Generally engagement is much better here on tumblr than any other app I’ve been on so far. So like, use that. Take advantage of it.

And finally, don’t stress yourself out with requests and stuff. If you start picking up traction, which will most likely happen, you’re gonna start getting swarmed. Don’t let it stress you. You’ll get to it when you get to it. Boundaries, once again. They’re so important! Also hate mail sucks so don’t,,,, don’t let it take time out of your day. It’s genuinely not worth it. I feel like the scariest part of starting up a blog or anything where you have to engage with others and eventually see how they come to view your stuff is just stepping in/posting the first thing. You kinda learn as you go along, and I personally think you’ll do just fine.

If you have any more questions, feel free to let me know! <3

[deathvsthemaiden]

Prince Harry, Prince William, Waver Velvet, Diluc Ragnvindr, Jeremy Fragrence, and Childe (Ajax)....uwa I spelled Diluc's name right on the first go!

THE DISGUST THE VISCERAL DISGUST I AM FEELING AT EXACTLY HALF OF THESE.... ur too good and dependable I LOVE u *sniffles* 😔🤕

Harry:

Yikes full stop. Yikes. || I Don’t See The Appeal || Not My Type || He’s Alright || I See The Appeal But I’m Different™ || Cute But On Alternating Wednesdays || He Has A Kind Face And That’s Good Enough || Pretty || Gorgeous || I— I Love? || I Do Not Deserve How Could You Do This? Hmm? Et tu, Brutus? 😐

Ok listen being royalty esp modern royalty immediately cancels out any beauty god gave you in my eyes. All the poetry I wax about how there is something to appreciate in every face and body is null and void here. If we take the Some Guy approach and look at him objectively (impossible but I’ll humor you in the name of love and not being a spoilsport).... nothing I feel nothing. Maybe a whisper of contempt and a little voice in my head going “we should avoid him he’s not going to add to our life.” But that’s. IT.

William:

Yikes, I Don’t See The Appeal || Not My Type || He’s Alright || I See The Appeal But I’m Different™ || Cute But On Alternating Wednesdays || He Has A Kind Face And That’s Good Enough || Pretty || Gorgeous || I— I Love? We Don’t Deserve Him. II I’m Far Too Sane And Pretty For This?

*by this point I am shaking and crying from psychic damage* see above 👆🏽😐

Waver Velvet:

Yikes, I Don’t See The Appeal || Not My Type || He’s Alright || I See The Appeal But. I’m Different™ || Cute But On Alternating Wednesdays || He Has A Kind Face And That’s Good Enough || Pretty (I Suppose) Like If He Floats Your Boat Epic But I Might Not Attend The Wedding || Gorgeous || I— I Love? We Don’t Deserve Him.

his younger self awakens big sister instincts in me meaning he would be SO fun to tease and annoy + root for + naively hope he grows into a fine young man. At that young age he is not yet broken so there is no fixing to be done, but I certainly could help set him straight! Like a bonsai 💚 he’s more sinless and (unintentionally) funny and full of promise than his other selves.

His adult self however awakens the misandrist in me. I wanna come up to him unprovoked and tell him to smile or else bc that’s the only time he’s handsome imo.... also when he has vulnerable moments like being sad the shoes he bought with his first ever paycheck got ruined 🥺 or when he gets all triumphant and carefree ever so once in a while, like in the first ep of Case Files... what I mean is sometimes his prickly hard cranky veneer cracks and I catch a dazzling shimmer of handsome but... not often enough for my liking 😑 for my favored pixelated men I get a genuine kick out of their being disgruntled (sign of true love) but his grumbling just makes me want to file for divorce and we’re not even married 😐 like can you imagine road tripping with this man? I can’t I couldn’t I will not! And omg I don’t think you could make him say stuff like I love you without feeling like you’re pulling teeth... I don’t have the patience to reach that point with him. We’d be so bad for each other and not even in the fun way... his sharp way of dress and penchant for red and long hair and passion for certain subjects are just not enough to salvage him for me, if I want to be subjected to a short tempered man all day I have a father 😩 also he has the kind of sense of responsibility that would doom you if you married him I feel. Like admirable but also what the fuck dude. Taking on all of Kayneth’s debt w/o batting an eye? Mr Velvet what about your hypothetical wife and children.... like I can’t imagine him stopping to think about them in such a scenario... he’d have to marry someone like Melvin (or Melvin himself) who would get a kick out of that brash decision and support him and I’m the wrong dame! He feels like if he had a family and he grew into old age, he would end up one of those foreboding slightly frigid patriarchs w/ short fuses who have hearts of gold but you have to dig so long and hard that by the time you have reached it you’re youth has passed you by and your fingers are worn to the bone and you’re tired... so tired..... you should’ve listened to your mother and married that nice doctor within your ethnic group instead... he’s been a widower for a few years now, hasn’t he? Has a summer home in Vienna and a very nice curly beard? Last time you stalked his FB anyway....

Also his little friend Melvin is hilarious but I could never allow him into my home on the reg. I refuse. Reines is on thin ice and reminds me too much of my sister in some ways... Literally the only person he is oft surrounded by that I would not only be chill with but delighted to have over is Flatt Escardos. Love that wild little man, he’s a brilliant riot. But also a bit of a danger to himself and others I think? Idk I barely read FSF bc the niqabi character design pissed me off to hell and back and then some 😔💔

Diluc Ragnvindr:

Yikes, I Don’t See The Appeal || Not My Type || He’s Alright || I See The Appeal But I’m Different™ || Cute But On Alternating Wednesdays || He Has A Kind Face And That’s Good Enough || Pretty || Gorgeous || I— I Love? We Don’t Deserve Him. II You Absolutely Deserve Him, Bestie 🥺🤲🏽 (heartfelt + sincere)

Oh he’s pretty enough.... like def not an ugly man! But as you yourself often correctly say he’s just Some Guy! When you tell me why you love him I absolutely understand how he captivated you 🥺 but I personally am too wild of heart to be ensnared by so sober (ahaha get it? Bc he owns a tave— whatever nvm v_v)/ and stable a man.

Jeremy Fragrance:

Yikes, I Don’t See The Appeal || Not My Type || He’s Alright || I Could See The Objective Appeal If He Never Opened His Mouth But I’m Too Smart To Be Taken In By Some Conventionally Pretty Features And Some Muscle™ || Cute But On Alternating Wednesdays || He Has A Kind Face And That’s Good Enough || Pretty || Gorgeous || I— I Love? We Don’t Deserve Him.

I scroll past his vids fairly fast the same way I often scroll past spider pics that make it on to my dash despite my best efforts.... when I decide to watch his videos I regret it so much and can barely finish. The way he talks and acts and the things he Just Says sans hesitation make me so uncomfy... so performative and out of touch in the unfun way and aggressive... why isn’t he an actor why couldn’t he be named Jeremy Drama... then I could lie to myself and go it’s okayyy Hiba it isn’t real I’m sure he’s sane behind closed doors 😖 anyway I couldn’t willingly stay in the same room with him for 5 min I COULDNT! I’m v confident our priorities and moral compasses are polar opposites and have you heard the way he talks about women? 🤨 I would honestly. Prefer Patrick Bateman. Not even kidding bc at least that man isn’t real and has successfully made me laugh and gets Big Mad over the dumbest stuff so I can mock him before he kills me. Also I think I could outsmart Bateman but... what does one do with JF other than... keep ur distance. Like I’d never trust either BUT. Yeah.

Childe (Ajax):

Yikes, I Don’t See The Appeal || Not My Type || He’s Alright || I See The Appeal But I’m Different™ || Cute But On Alternating Wednesdays || He Has A Kind Face And That’s Good Enough || Pretty || Gorgeous || I— I Love? We Don’t Deserve Him.

HES ERRATIC.... IM ERRATIC.... CAN I MAKE IT ANY MORE OBVIOUSSSS<3 no but rlly I love a lively straightforward man and he’s got red in his character design + is often pictured with whales? And his galactic themed suit of armor is nice 😳 he’d be fun to hang out with and divorce on grounds so outrageous and absurd we both find it hilarious ✅ like I don’t think I’ll ever love love him esp since all my knowledge of him is second hand but he sounds like a blast 💥

[kokokichichi]

Okay, but I kinda love how your blog is 50% mcyt, your takes and such and the other 50% is university related asks lmao Also do you have any tips to get yourself more disciplined, motivated and focused? Your grind never stops line made me laugh but you genuinely seem like a hard worker and we are in the same fandom so I think it's better to ask someone like you than someone from studyblr I guess, sorry if it's a bother

LMFAOOO I WAS GONNA SAYYYY and no it is not a bother! i don’t really consider this a mcyt blog, it’s more of “i’m posting whatever floats my boat and for the time being that’s probably going to just be mcyt (okay let’s be honest it’s really just george) for a while” so i’m 100% down to answer uni questions

the part about a studyblr feels like a genuine attack bc i used to have one back in high school, but i gradually stopped posting on it bc i didn’t have time to make my notes all pretty. lol ANYWAY tips on motivation and discipline... let’s see

first of all, i don’t think the advice of “get the hard stuff out of the way” works when it comes to hw. do all your smaller/shorter/ easier assignments first, because it’s easier to find motivation for something quick and there’s less of that “i have so much to do” anxiety once you get those out of the way.

if you’re having trouble finding any motivation at all, pick media you’ve already watched and enjoy (like your fav tv show or anime or stream or whatever) and play it while you do your homework. will you get much done? no. but at least you will have started, and honestly, i think just getting started is the hardest part. for me, sometimes when i use this strategy to get started on stuff i actually slip into the studying headspace, so it may be helpful in that regard as well.

bestie, you’re not going to like this, but wake up EARLY and start studying EARLY. this may not be applicable to everyone, but i’ve found that my brain is the most ready to learn and absorb information early rather than late at night. i’m much more productive then too. even if i fall asleep at around 3 am i’ll wake up at 7 am if i want to spend that day studying, then maybe going to bed early that same day.

TAKE NOTES WITH WRITING. seriously, write shit down. it’ll stick better than typing and you’ll be forced to actually engage with the lecture. shut that bullshit up chief about “oh but the lecture is being recorded...” we all know you’re not going to watch the recording. pay attention.

GO. TO. OFFICE. HOURS. even if u haven’t started on the hw yet, go to office hours, ask if you can stick around, and start on the hw there. i can not emphasize how great it is to get immediate help when you have a question. plus, most TA’s are willing to just straight up check ur answers, so go get that 100% in the assignment category. plus, when ur in that situation, you’ll feel like you actually need to get work done, which might motivate you to actually do something and stay focused through out.

for stem classes, DO PRACTICE PROBLEMS. you think you understand a concept? do a couple practice problems, and you’ll realize you don’t. seriously. work on the problems provided by your textbook (the answers will probably be on slader or smth) or ask your professor for some.

this is like.... specific to certain people, but if you like listening to asmr (and it doesn’t make you sleepy or anything) then give listening to asmr while studying a try. idk, maybe i’m just weird but it genuinely helps me focus. especially raffytaphy’s vids, i love that man

okay these are all the uni tips i can think of straight off the top of my head. sorry if these are generic or you’ve already heard of them before - regardless, i’m here to tell you they actually work and that you should listen to them LOL.

[etherealwaifgoddess]

Maybe I Am? - Chpt.3

Characters: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes

Summary: The guys meet up for a casual Sunday farmers market trip but when they get back to Bucky’s apartment things heat up fast. Master list HERE.

Content Warning: basic second base smuttiness; swapping hand jobs and some frottage.

Word Count: 5k

Author’s Note: Hello lovelies! I told ya'll there was gonna a lot of smut in this one and I'm starting to deliver as of this chapter :) So please, enjoy some lovely smuttiness on this fine Wednesday evening lol. XOXO - Ash

Chapter Three

“I told you so.” Natasha cheered over their plate of danishes the next morning. 

Bucky’s smile was sphinx-like as he nibbled on his pastry, “You did. I’m still not 100% sure he’s not going to just bolt at some point but I think that’s a risk I’m going to have to take.” 

“It sounds like a risk worth taking if one kiss has you smiling like that twelve hours later.”

“Ugh, Nat! And for the record, it was more than just one.” Bucky chuckled as Natasha shoved at him playfully.

Across town Steve was helping Sam tidy up in between classes and trying to avoid the grilling he knew Sam wanted to give. They had recapped the last class and personal training sessions and planned out the room for the next group coming in. They went over all the adjustments needed to the next week’s schedule since they were still covering for Thor who was out on paternity leave for the next four weeks now that his wife Jane had the baby. By the time they were setting the last of the kettle bells on the rack they had run out of gym related topics. Sam gave him another side eyed glance and Steve sighed, knowing what was coming.

“So are you still talking to Bucky?” Sam finally asked.

Steve had been reluctant to tell Sam about anything other than their first meeting. He hadn’t even told Sam why he’d bought the new outfit for earlier that week. It was still so new and he was unsure himself of where things were going, or where he even wanted them to go. He figured if in the end he realized he was bi or gay or whatever, then he could tell his friends. But until he was sure there was no point in announcing anything. “I am.” Steve admitted reluctantly.

“And how’s that going?” Sam seemed genuinely interested but Steve still clammed up.

“Good, he’s a good friend. We’ve been swapping memes all week.” 

“Nice. See, it all worked out and now you have someone else to send those stupid GIFs from The Office to.” 

“Hey, don’t knock one of the best TV shows of all time.” Steve glared pointedly.

“Whatever floats your boat, man.” Sam moved on, heading over to the desk to check the roster one last time before he started pulling out mats for their next class. A small twinge of guilt bit in Steve’s stomach, knowing he had let Sam make a wrong conclusion and hadn’t corrected him. But really, what was the point if he still wasn’t sure of everything himself? 

xxXxx

Bucky woke early on the Sunday after their date, restless in a way he hadn’t been in a while. He wanted to see Steve again but it had only been a day. Bucky busied himself with too much coffee and a book while he did laundry in his building's basement, trying to distract himself for a while. By 10am all of his standard keep busy chores were done and he was staring at his phone, trying to make Steve text him by sheer force of will. Giving up he started swiping through Instagram, catching up on his friend’s weekend adventures. Pepper had posted a cute picture of a bouquet she bought at the local farmers market and Bucky realized he had found the perfect reason to text Steve. It was innocent enough and casual so if Steve was busy or declined it wasn’t earth shattering. Plan in place, Bucky fired off a quick text.

Bucky Barnes [10:17:44AM]: hey u. im heading 2 the farmers market in sunset park. gonna stop 4 more of that wine. wanna come?

Steeeeve [10:19:23AM]: Hey! That sounds fun. What time?

Bucky Barnes [10:19:52AM]: headed over now if ur free

Steeeeve [10:20:08AM]: Okay. I just need to throw on some shoes and I’ll head out. I can be there in like 15min. 

Bucky Barnes [10:20:33AM]: k see u then

Bucky scrambled to fix his hair and pick a shirt from the pile he’d just brought up. He hadn’t expected Steve to be willing to meet up so quickly and he was still wearing his laundry day sweatpants. He was closer to the market than Steve but he also needed more time to get ready so he ended up getting a “I’m here” text from Steve on his way. 

Steve was waiting by a jewelry stand when Bucky caught up with him. He had been wandering around for a few minutes and the display of beaded bracelets caught his eye. They reminded him of the ones Bucky had worn when they first met and he wondered which ones Bucky would like. 

“Hey!” Bucky greeted him with a small wave as he approached.

“Hey.” Steve echoed happily. He almost reached out for a hug but something held him back and after a second ticked by he realized he should have just done it but the moment had passed. 

“What are you looking at?” Bucky asked, a little disappointed he hadn’t gotten their standard greeting hug and wanting to move on. 

“Oh, these things caught my eye while I was browsing.” 

“They’re nice. I love the way the translucent ones almost glow.” Bucky picked up one of the vivid pink ones, letting the sunlight hit it from different angles. 

“Let me buy it for you.” Steve offered before his brain caught up with his mouth. 

Bucky looked skeptically at him, “You don’t have to do that.” 

“I want to, please?” 

“Thanks, Stevie.” Bucky said softly, handing the bracelet over. 

Steve blushed at the nickname, ducking his head and walking over to pay the sales girl for the bracelet. Once purchased, he returned it to Bucky who slid it on his wrist next to the two others he was currently wearing.

“Perfect.” Steve praised. 

Bucky was looking appreciatively at his newest addition while Steve was looking appreciatively at Bucky. God, he was gorgeous. Bucky was dressed casually in light washed jeans and a dark grey shirt with no one should live in a closet written in fancy script with a wand below it, all in rainbow colors. Leave it to Bucky. “I like your shirt. Harry Potter reference, right?” Steve guessed.

“Yep. I found it at Pride last year and I’m completely in love with it.” 

“It’s very you.” 

“I’m taking that as a compliment.” Bucky preened for a moment. 

Steve chuckled, “Come on, let’s go get some coffee. Altitude Coffee has a little pop up shop back that way.” 

Steve and Bucky trailed their way through the bustling farmers market, picking up things here and there. Some they actually needed for groceries, but others were just fun impulse buys. They each had overly full canvas totes by the time they were done, and hauled their finds along with them to the wine shop. They each bought a full box from the shop, having stocked up on a half case of their favorites, which only further slowed Bucky down. While Steve had the muscles and endurance to haul a giant tote and six bottles of wine around the city, Bucky did not. 

“Uh, Steve.” Bucky panted out, finally giving up. 

Steve looked over and realized Bucky had fallen a few steps behind while he was talking about a winery he had visited while in Canada a few years ago. 

“I think I need to tap out.” Bucky admitted while shifting his bag as much as he could to get comfortable. 

“Shit, I’m so sorry.” Steve shifted his tote higher on his shoulder, wondering if he could sling Bucky’s on next to his. “Here, let me take your bag.” he extended a hand towards Bucky’s bag.

Bucky was conflicted, he wanted to try and at least get his stuff home but Steve probably could carry both without breaking a sweat. Damned muscled god of a man. “How about this? Since I’m the one wimping out, let me call us an Uber. I can probably get us one less than five minutes.” 

Steve frowned at the idea of an expensive ride all the back to Park Slope. “You don’t have to do that. I can carry our stuff.” 

“If I call us an Uber we could go back to my place and try that baguette and jam I bought.”

“Ooh, that’s a good bribe. I have that cheese I got too.” Steve looked at Bucky for a long moment. An afternoon of good food and even better company was too tempting to pass up. “You sure you don’t mind me coming over?” 

“Not at all. It’s a tiny little crap shack of a place, but it’s my tiny little crap shack.” 

Bucky was already pulling up the app and ordering them a car when Steve finally said, “Okay, let’s go.” 

The Uber ride back to Bucky’s place was barely more than ten minutes and they sat cramped in the back of a Prius with their wine boxes in the trunk and their totes in their laps. Bucky was trying not to laugh at the ridiculousness and shot Steve amused glances every so often, making the blonde have to tamp down his own laughter. By the time they got to Bucky’s apartment Steve practically leapt out of the tiny blue car, grateful to stretch back to his full height again. He insisted on carrying both of their totes and his box of wine bottles up to Bucky’s apartment, leaving Bucky his own wine to carry. Thankfully the building had an elevator and Steve seemed barely phased under the weight of all their stuff. Bucky tried to ignore the filthy thoughts racing through his head of what else Steve was strong enough to do. Like pick him up and fuck him against a wall. Or something. God, Bucky hoped Steve figured things out soon because he was barely through their second date and wanted to climb the man like a tree. 

“Home sweet home.” Bucky announced as he swung the door open to his apartment. He flicked on the recessed lighting in the living room and showed Steve to the kitchen where he could put their bags down. It was a cute little one bedroom apartment with a decent sized living room and dine-in kitchen. 

“It’s nice.” Steve said looking around as he placed their bags on the faux granite countertop. 

“It’s tiny but it works.” Bucky shrugged. 

Steve noticed the would be dining room area of the kitchen was set up with a desk and three wide computer monitors instead of a table. “That’s quite a set up over there.” 

“Oh, yeah.” Bucky looked embarrassed for a moment, “It’s a little ridiculous, but when you work from home it’s kinda nice to have a sweet setup. When I signed on to work for Stark Securities they gave me a signing bonus so I splurged and bought better equipment and that fancy office chair. It was completely worth it too.” 

“Good for you, you deserve it.” 

Bucky blushed lightly at the sincerity of Steve’s tone. He nervously spun the bracelet Steve had bought him around his wrist a few times, hoping he wasn’t setting himself for heartache. “So, lunch?” Bucky offered, the momentary tension dissipating. 

“Absolutely. Let’s break out that bread you got.” Steve started rifling through his bag for the soft cheese and candied pecans he’d bought while Bucky pulled out the heavy loaf of artisan bread, the little pot of homemade plum jam, and a bottle of Chloe Prosecco he’d bought at the wine shop. The bottle had been adorable with its fancy little bow and the sales girl had said it was a popular choice.

They laid out their feast on a large cutting board, teasing each other about how posh the whole thing was. It was a simple but seemingly elegant lunch spread and Bucky liked that their official second date had a bit of a classy feel to it. 

“I’m sorry I don’t have a table or anything for us to eat at.” Bucky waved his hand at his little office space. “I normally just eat on the sofa like a heathen.” 

“Honestly so do I.” Steve admitted with a chuckle.

“We can be heathens together then.” Bucky picked up their wine glasses while Steve carried the large tray out to the coffee table where they set up their feast. Flicking through his streaming channels he settled on Disney, knowing everyone loved those movies. “Have you seen the new Beauty and the Beast?”

Steve shook his head, “No, I heard it was good though.” 

“Good?” Bucky feigned offense, “Stephen Gilligan Rogers.” 

“Not my middle name.” Steve chuckled but Bucky was undeterred.

“BATB is not good. It is iconic. The elaborate costumes, the backdrops, the music, oh my god Steve, the music. We’re watching it. End of subject.” Bucky started up the movie, not even slightly apologetic for his dramatics. One had not lived until they saw Emma Watson as Belle. 

Two hours later Bucky was curled up against Steve, watching with misty eyes as the palace furniture turned back into real people as the curse lifted. Steve was completely engrossed in the movie, barely registering that he had been stroking Bucky’s hair for the better part of an hour. 

“Now do you see?” Bucky demanded as the credits rolled a few minutes later. 

“You were right. That was amazing.” Steve conceded. 

“It was always my favorite Disney movie as a kid but seeing it redone in such a perfect way really gets to me. I’ve threatened to dress up as Belle for the past three Halloweens now.” 

Steve grinned at the idea, “I think you’d make a beautiful Belle.” 

And just like that the air shifted. Bucky was suddenly very aware of how close they were curled up together and the way Steve was looking at him like he’d hung the moon. He didn’t want to rush Steve, he was willing to wait as Steve figured himself out, but if he kept looking at Bucky like that, his timeline needed to hurry up. “You’d make a very handsome beast.” he finally said, going for levity but falling short. 

Steve blushed so prettily, his eyes locked on Bucky’s lips, the bottom of which he was chewing on again. Steve knew now it was a nervous tell and it gave him a little thrill knowing he wasn’t the only nervous one. “I think I’d like to kiss you again.” he admitted quietly. 

“You don’t have to ask, honey.” Bucky purred, leaning in to press a tender kiss against Steve’s lips.

Steve’s body was shaking with nervous energy as Bucky shifted up onto his knees so he could kiss Steve easier. Bucky tasted like wine and plums and something very uniquely him. It made Steve’s head spin as he chased Bucky’s tongue with his own. The fears and worries over what he was doing died away in that moment, his whole being consumed by his desire for the sweet man who was practically in his lap. Steve still wasn’t sure what it all meant, but he knew he wanted more. 

Bucky was so thankful for a repeat of the night on Steve’s couch. Kissing Steve was electric and Bucky couldn’t get enough. The hard planes of his body pressed firmly up against the softer ones of Bucky’s, which only made Bucky more desperate for the close contact. Despite having a thicker build, Bucky felt small next to Steve and he loved it. Feeling brave, and praying desperately that Steve wouldn’t bolt, he swung a leg over Steve’s lap and sat himself atop Steve’s thighs. “Is this okay?” he asked once he was settled. 

“Yeah.” Steve shuddered, “Yeah, it’s fine.” Steve let his hands come to rest on Bucky’s thick thighs on either side of his smaller ones. While Steve’s thighs were hard with well earned muscle, Bucky’s had natural musculature and a softness to them that had Steve wanting to sink his fingers into their plush expanse. Bucky had gone back to kissing him while his mind wandered and Steve decided to give Bucky’s thighs an exploratory squeeze. For science really, just to see if he would feel anything. The kissing so far had been fantastic but Steve worried they’d eventually hit a point where everything went to hell and he realized he was most definitely straight. And then he’d lose Bucky forever. 

Bucky made a light huffing sound when Steve sunk his fingers into the soft meat of his thighs. He was thankful Steve was getting a little braver and decided to run his hands up and down the length of Steve’s ridiculously muscled chest and stomach in a tentative exploration of his own. 

A choked noise made its way out of Steve’s throat as Bucky touched him with feather light hands. He wanted to rip his shirt off and give him all the access he wanted. But he was taking things slow, Steve reminded himself. Unfortunately, not all parts of Steve got that memo. 

Bucky had shifted a bit trying to sprinkle kisses along the sharp edge of Steve’s jaw when he accidentally brushed against an unexpected guest. “Oh, shit, sorry.” he blurted out, moving back an inch so he wasn’t pressed against the, frankly enormous, erection in Steve’s pants. 

Steve blushed from the tips of his ears all the way down his throat. “No, I’m sorry. I guess I got a little carried away.” 

Bucky glanced down at the tenting of Steve’s pants. Damn, he wanted to get his hands on Steve like yesterday. “I could, uh,” he cleared his throat roughly, “help you. With that.” Steve looked at him with wide bright blue eyes, so open and unsure, that Bucky started backpedaling all in a rush, “Or not, we can stop. We don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for.” 

Steve just grinned and leaned in to kiss Bucky again, his motions almost questioning. “I think I’d be okay going a little further this time.” he said quietly against Bucky’s mouth. 

Bucky squeaked involuntarily at Steve’s words. He was now dealing with his own growing problem at the idea of getting to fool around a little with Steve. “If you’re sure. We can stop at any time.” he promised. It would probably kill him, but if Steve said stop at any point he would be off him in a second. 

“I trust you, Buck.” Steve told him, brushing a strand of hair back behind Bucky’s ear. 

Bucky wanted to melt at the trust Steve had in him. He was too good to be true and Bucky just had to hope it would all work out. Gay or straight or somewhere in between, Steve Rogers was an absolute dream partner. Bucky shifted himself forward a little so the hard length in his pants could rub against the one in Steve’s while they kissed a little more. Bucky let his hips rock a little as they moved, giving them both a little bit of tortuous friction. 

Steve was panting like he’d run a marathon, and he knew this from personal experience when he and Sam had run the New York City Marathon a few years back as publicity for their gym. He’d never thought making out on a sofa would have quite the same effect but life had been full of surprises for him lately. The friction against his dick felt amazing and there was a naughty little zing of arousal knowing it was from Bucky’s erection rubbing against his. He would never have expected to enjoy that so much but there he was, fighting for self control like a horny teenager. He wanted to get Bucky off too and not just selfishly sit back and let Bucky take care of him. Steve was well acquainted with getting himself off and really how different could it be doing it to someone else? He was feeling bold and brash, knowing a hand was just a hand and really he had to start somewhere. “I think I’m ready for more.” he spoke up in between heated kisses. 

Bucky paused, jaw hanging open in shock. “Like, more more?” 

Steve nodded rapidly. “Like second base more?” He held his breath, waiting for Bucky to process what he’d just asked for. 

“God,” Bucky heaved out a breath, “You’re gonna be the death of me. Yes, second base, yes. Get those pants off, Rogers.” He stripped his own shirt off eagerly while Steve just sat there, amused.

“I kinda have this gorgeous guy on my lap at the moment.” he teased.

“Sorry!” Bucky yelped, hopping up so Steve could pull his pants down and off, quickly followed by his tee shirt. He sat in just his boxer briefs on Bucky’s sofa, looking like every Calvin Klien ad fantasy Bucky’d ever had come to life. “Jesus.” he whispered harshly. Bucky couldn’t get his own pants off fast enough, leaving him in his own silky boxers to resume his perch on Steve’s lap. 

Unconfined by pants Bucky got a better feel of Steve’s cock and he was thanking every saint he could think of for what was about to happen. He shifted himself closer to Steve, his thighs spreading wider, and he reached down to give Steve’s cock a tentative squeeze over top the soft cotton of his underwear. 

“Ohh.” Steve gasped out, his body trembling once again. His eyes were glued on Bucky, not wanting to miss a moment. He was so handsome sitting on Steve’s lap. His long hair shining in the afternoon sun that flooded in the glass balcony doors, his lightly tanned skin decorated with a series of finely detailed tattoos. While his muscles weren’t hard and cut like Steve’s, Steve loved the slight softness of the other man’s body, giving him something to sink his fingers into along his sides. It felt nice, and right, and Steve realized in that moment he was more invested in what was about to happen than he had been for most the sexual encounters he’d had with Peggy. It was startling but Steve pushed it down to deal with another day. In the moment, all that mattered was Bucky. 

“Can I?” Bucky asked, trailing his fingers along the waistband of Steve’s boxer briefs. 

“Yeah. Can I?” Steve echoed, tugging at the silky material at Bucky’s hip. 

“If you’re sure.” Bucky prayed silently that having an actual cock in his hand wouldn’t send Steve running for the hills. 

But it didn’t. Steve pulled his underwear off when Bucky hopped up to do the same and he was all nervous excitement when Bucky resumed his perch. He hadn’t thought of what to expect but Steve was blatantly staring at the thick length of Bucky’s dick. It was shorter than his own, but Steve had already known he was considered a bit above average, and it was girthy in a way that made Steve wonder if he topped or bottomed. Because, Steve thought with amusement, these were things he had to consider now. But not right away. They would take things slow and he would see if this was even something he wanted to try. Steve reached out a hand to test the weight of Bucky’s dick in his palm. He slid his hand up and down for two quick strokes, testing how doing that made him feel and was pleasantly surprised that it was a pretty familiar act. The way Bucky hissed out a sharp breath and craned his neck back, eyes shut tight, made Steve’s own dick jump for attention. Oh, this was kind of fun. Steve moved his hand for another few stokes, enjoying the way Bucky’s body reacted so blatantly to the pleasure. It was easy to get him worked up like that and Steve was genuinely enjoying himself watching Bucky become a desperate, needy thing in his lap, thrusting a little into Steve’s fist. 

“God. Fuck. Stevie, slow down.” Bucky pleaded. “I wanna take care of you too, honey. Can I? Please?” 

“Okay.” Steve acquiesced, bracing himself for the pressure of Bucky’s hand around his dick. 

Bucky eagerly wrapped his fist around the hard length of Steve’s cock, sliding it up and down the impressive length until Steve gasped. He leaned forward to kiss Steve from his jaw down his neck to his collarbones while he groped him fervently between their two overheated bodies. For as simple as it was, it was absolutely exquisite. “How you doing, Stevie?” Bucky prompted, wanting to check in to ensure Steve was still on board. He rested his forehead on Steve’s shoulder, waiting patiently for him to respond.

“So good.” Steve managed to moan out. “This is amazing.” 

“Wanna try something even more amazing?” Bucky grinned devilishly. “Just hand stuff, promise.” he added for reassurance.

“What can be better than this?” Steve questioned but motioned for Bucky to go ahead with whatever he had in mind.  

Carefully, Bucky shifted forward one last time, pressing as close to Steve as humanly possible making his over stretched thighs burn in the process. He slipped his hand from Steve’s cock and lined it up with his own, wrapping his fist around them both the best he could. He gave them a quick stroke, reveling in the sensation and waiting to see if Steve would enjoy it too. 

Steve’s whimper was a good sign. “Please.” he begged, “Please, please do that.” 

Bucky picked up the motion again, rhythmically pumping them in his fist. Steve was making little broken ahh sounds, unable to keep up with the pleasure thrumming through his body, and it spurred Bucky on to bring them both racing towards their release. 

Steve could feel the pressure building, his body was on fire and he could barely bite out a warning to Bucky as he felt his orgasm ripping through him. A half formed “I’m g-” was all the warning Bucky got before Steve was spilling all over his hand and cock. Watching Steve come undone, the pure bliss on his face, had Bucky following him over the edge of his own climax seconds later. His body shook hard as he spilled over his hand and across the rippled muscles of Steve’s abs. 

Steve’s cheeks were flushed, his eyes shining, and Bucky mused he probably looked about the same. Steve was so stunning sitting there with a wide, lazy blissed out smile on his face. Bucky giggled a little realizing how incredibly lucky he was. Steve really was just perfection. 

“What?” Steve asked, joining in Bucky’s infectious laughter. 

“You’re perfect.” Bucky admitted, speaking what was on his mind. 

“And you’re beautiful.” Steve leaned up to push Bucky’s hair back where it had fallen forward in his face. He pressed two chaste kisses against his lips before pulling back, feeling a little extra affectionate in his post-orgasmic haze. 

Bucky made a muffled mmph sound, leaning into Steve, just wanting to be close for a moment. “We made quite a mess.” he said finally, the squidgy feeling of their come between their stomachs not exactly a pleasant one. 

“We should clean up.” Steve agreed. 

“Come on, I have some wet wipes in my room.” Bucky lifted himself up off of Steve’s lap, suddenly cold without their skin to skin contact.

Steve noticed his shiver and as soon as he was standing, he pulled Bucky close against him in a warm embrace. 

Bucky basked in the warmth, his brain effectively turning to mush again at how sweet Steve was. “You spoil me.” he whispered against Steve’s firm pecs.

Steve dropped a kiss on top of Bucky’s head, “You deserve to be spoiled.” 

It took every bit of willpower in Bucky to pull back and lead Steve down the hall to clean up. He could have stayed wrapped in Steve’s arms forever, sticky cooling mess on his stomach be damned. They exchanged quick, adorably awkward glances at each other as they cleaned up. Both wanting to get a more detailed look now the heat of the moment had passed. Steve tossed his wipes in the wastebasket by Bucky’s dresser and then pulled Bucky close by his hips, “You really are so beautiful, Buck.” he told him softly.

Bucky had been careful to wall up his heart when he decided to give Steve a chance. He didn’t want to risk another heartbreak less than a year after what he’d been through with Brock. But Steve’s sweet words and affectionate touches had the walls crumbling a little despite Bucky’s best defenses. “Careful.” he teased with a pang of truth to his words, “You’re gonna ruin me for all other men, you keep this up.” 

Steve chuckled and kissed the top of Bucky’s head yet again. There were so many things he wanted to say in that moment. Raw, honest things that ached in his chest. But Steve kept them inside, not willing to let down his guard so completely just yet. He still didn’t really know what he was doing but damned if he wasn’t loving every second of it so far. 

“Come on you, let’s get dressed.” Bucky said finally, tugging Steve’s hand into his and leading him back down the hall.

Steve left shortly after they’d redressed and cleaned up the mess from their lunch. It was a long, drawn out goodbye in the doorway, neither one of them really wanting to part despite knowing they both had to get on with their usual Sunday routines. Steve promised to text Bucky once he’d made it home, insisting he would have no trouble carrying his tote and box on the subway. And then he was off down the hall, looking back just once before he got on the elevator and wishing he could have stayed. Bucky walked over to his glass balcony door, watching the street below as Steve crossed it heading toward the nearest subway station. He was trying not to get too attached but after the day they’d spent together, Bucky knew it was a losing battle.

[atlaslain]

3. What current rp trend do you hate? AND 8. Name any three things about the rpc that bother you. spill it all ☕

honesty meme.          /          @raajasii

3. what current rp trend do you hate?          what even are the current trends……. what is Hip and Cool these days….. i make a conscious effort to avoid it and i have no earthly clue what’s trendy nowadays. idk if it’s even a thing anymore but i always hated the whole ‘sexual sunday’ thing i guess. like why just sunday. why relegate it to one day. why call it ‘sinday’ as if its gross and ur muse can only feel randy once per week. just do what ur feelin. or dont do it at all. whatever floats ur boat. 8. name any three things about the rpc that bother you.          1, callout posts. while i do appreciate warnings about genuinely toxic awful people, most of the time callouts are just a few context-less screenshots of conversations followed by ‘i prOMISE THIS PERSON IS SATAN AND U SHOULD ALL UNFOLLOW AND HARRASS THEM’ and it could’ve just been solved between the people with the issue rather than inviting the entire dash into it.           2, the way this site’s mentality has made writers feel like they have to apologise for taking breaks. ‘i’m sorry my activity is slow, i’m sorry i owe drafts’ etc etc. who ever thought it was okay to make people feel bad for not having time for their hobby?? fuck that, never be sorry, take your time and don’t turn rp into your obligation or you’ll end up forgetting what was fun about it.          3, people who think its ok to guilt you so long as they’re being nice about it. like they’ll reblog ur promos and send u messages about how wonderful they think u and ur writing are, but they’ll always tag in a ‘i wish you’d follow me so we could write !!’ and it’s the fakest thing. i’ve had enough people try it with me that i’m instantly wary of anyone who starts up a conversation with an un-earned compliment. skjgnkdxjgn how sad is that. me vc don’t be nice to me, i dont trust u. 

[pallas-cat]

so from what i understand i’m halfway through the game and i have some Thoughts(TM)

Tl;dr engaging but frustrating so far

-Again v few complaints on combat, aside of the long-ass cooldown periods between...literally everything. DAO kept you micromanaging shit all the time and it was part of the charm. otherwise fun as tits

-I’m so far liking ALL companions (even if u see me bitch about fenris a lot it’s 99% my bad gameplay making him land in the rival zone i genuinely love him and am romancing the heck outta him on another playthrough) a lot. while DAO’s companions are all engaging too those in DA2 feel...human, with their frustrating aspects, their own motives and the fact that they hang out in different places. THAT SAID. 

-bioware if u wanted to  make companion interactions realistic you should have kept DAO’s “chat while on the run” options? why can’t i discuss idk #magerights stuff with Anders on the go? why can’t i exchange bad puns with varric out of the blue? there are so few conversation options it feels like u literally only talk to these people once every five months instead of the fun found family vibes people on tumblr have told me about 

-speaking of which, this game, while easier on the combat, is so so much less forgiving on the choices you make which imo sucks. given how FEW interactions you have there is little turning back 

-these recycled maps are painful goddamn

-i’m not very fond of what became of anders (u know i fucking loved the cat lord in awakening) but i feel like that’s a common sentiment. he’s a tragic character but i understand how he makes people uncomfortable now. reading up on how he’s coded bipolar....that writing is...yeah. oof. i know what happens with the chantry but have yet to experience the context so i don’t have a fully fledged opinion on him tho. 

-baiting us with aveline and varric? rude

-my stance is still pro-mage til death, chantry can rot, tevinter can burn in hell too. 

-Dana hawke is a blue-with-purple-tinge hawke with worsening eyesight issues, looks chill but is Absolutely Not given the amount of Fucking Up, help her. 

-anders and fenris should be the start of many slowburn friendship fic (or romance fics whatever floats ur boat) tbh. having them in my party is a walking Discourse

-speaking of discourse? goddamn the da2 faction of fandom is chock-full of it why can’t it be like the zevran tags just full of good art and dumb headcanons

[doki-doki-editing-club]

im just wondering why its ok to steal art and comics for memes but not ok to steal memes made from stolen artwork. Im not trying to make you feel bad or anything (sorry if i did) im just genuinely trying to understand what the difference is and why one is acceptable but not the other.

Look, I understand this entire “stolen art” thing. The problem with all that stuff is that memes are just sometimes like that.Sure, you can call people out on posting memes made from stolen artwork,but nobody’s stopping that anytime soon.Furthermore, most memes also take a ridiculous amount of time. I’ve spent up to five hours on making some of this stuff and i see no reason as to why you should be able to steal it with no criticism whatsoever. Whatever floats ur boat tho ¯\_(ツ)_/¯